Enjoying autumn in the Carolinas
“Forever is composed of nows.” ― Emily Dickinson
Those items having to do with travel or trips.
“Forever is composed of nows.” ― Emily Dickinson
We arrived in Dandridge, Tennesee, yesterday after a long 365-mile drive which covered much of the length of the state. We originally built some down-time into our schedule for this stop to allow for rest and recharging. Good thing, because it’s certainly needed.
I’ve not been photographing much lately and posting even less. Maybe it’s a dry spell or some sort of creative block, I’m not sure. I just know I haven’t felt the need to do either.
We traveled from Big Timber, Montana, to Greybull, Wyoming, a few days ago. During the drive, we noticed the landscape changing to a dryer more desert-like environment but still with some valleys and irrigated farms or ranches.
Montana has two Boulder Rivers. One is in the west-central part of the state and runs into the Jefferson River near the town of Cardwell. The other Boulder River is a tributary of the Yellowstone and originates high in the Absaroka Mountains south of Big Timber MT.
Eighteen months ago we began this RV nomadic lifestyle with certain assumptions and general goals in mind. One of those goals was possibly identifying a location we could envision living in…